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If
it
killed
him
,
he
would
never
leave
Melanie
.
If
he
burned
for
Scarlett
until
the
end
of
his
days
,
he
would
never
take
her
and
he
would
fight
to
keep
her
at
a
distance
.
She
would
never
again
get
through
that
armor
.
The
words
,
hospitality
and
loyalty
and
honor
,
meant
more
to
him
than
she
did
.
The
clay
was
cold
in
her
hand
and
she
looked
at
it
again
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
've
still
got
this
.
"
At
first
,
the
words
meant
nothing
and
the
clay
was
only
red
clay
.
But
unbidden
came
the
thought
of
the
sea
of
red
dirt
which
surrounded
Tara
and
how
very
dear
it
was
and
how
hard
she
had
fought
to
keep
it
--
how
hard
she
was
going
to
have
to
fight
if
she
wished
to
keep
it
hereafter
She
looked
at
him
again
and
wondered
where
the
hot
flood
of
feeling
had
gone
.
She
could
think
but
could
not
feel
,
not
about
him
nor
Tara
either
,
for
she
was
drained
of
all
emotion
.
"
You
need
not
go
,
"
she
said
clearly
.
"
I
wo
n't
have
you
all
starve
,
simply
because
I
've
thrown
myself
at
your
head
.
It
will
never
happen
again
.
"
She
turned
away
and
started
back
toward
the
house
across
the
rough
fields
,
twisting
her
hair
into
a
knot
upon
her
neck
.
Ashley
watched
her
go
and
saw
her
square
her
small
thin
shoulders
as
she
went
.
And
that
gesture
went
to
his
heart
,
more
than
any
words
she
had
spoken
.
She
was
still
clutching
the
ball
of
red
clay
when
she
went
up
the
front
steps
.
She
had
carefully
avoided
the
back
entrance
,
for
Mammy
's
sharp
eyes
would
certainly
have
seen
that
something
was
greatly
amiss
.
Scarlett
did
not
want
to
see
Mammy
or
anyone
else
.
She
did
not
feel
that
she
could
endure
seeing
anyone
or
talking
to
anyone
again
.
She
had
no
feeling
of
shame
or
disappointment
or
bitterness
now
,
only
a
weakness
of
the
knees
and
a
great
emptiness
of
heart
.
She
squeezed
the
clay
so
tightly
it
ran
out
from
her
clenched
fist
and
she
said
over
and
over
,
parrot-like
:
"
I
've
still
got
this
.
Yes
,
I
've
still
got
this
.
"
There
was
nothing
else
she
did
have
,
nothing
but
this
red
land
,
this
land
she
had
been
willing
to
throw
away
like
a
torn
handkerchief
only
a
few
minutes
before
.
Now
,
it
was
dear
to
her
again
and
she
wondered
dully
what
madness
had
possessed
her
to
hold
it
so
lightly
.
Had
Ashley
yielded
,
she
could
have
gone
away
with
him
and
left
family
and
friends
without
a
backward
look
but
,
even
in
her
emptiness
,
she
knew
it
would
have
torn
her
heart
to
leave
these
dear
red
hills
and
long
washed
gullies
and
gaunt
black
pines
.
Her
thoughts
would
have
turned
back
to
them
hungrily
until
the
day
she
died
.
Not
even
Ashley
could
have
filled
the
empty
spaces
in
her
heart
where
Tara
had
been
uprooted
.
How
wise
Ashley
was
and
how
well
he
knew
her
!
He
had
only
to
press
the
damp
earth
into
her
hand
to
bring
her
to
her
senses
.
She
was
in
the
hall
preparing
to
close
the
door
when
she
heard
the
sound
of
horse
's
hooves
and
turned
to
look
down
the
driveway
.
